The Jilted Ex-Wife's Undercover Billionaire Assistant

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anded, pointing a trembling fing

is mouth twitched upward in a ghost of a smile. He tu

ard. Her mind raced, unable to comprehend how a man parking cars po

back out. He held a steaming

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into her personal space and

dden proximity of his broad shoulders hovering right a

towel seeping through to her skin. His movements were gentle, but there was a heavy

ng position. His dark eyes dragged over her face, study

uth went co

suffocating tension,

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ibration of his laugh traveled thro

mb pressing firmly against the hem o

he stain. He stood u

forced Carlee to look up again. He tossed

nd draped it over her forearm. The movement reve

ze darkened, the pupils blowing wide for a

k. A rush of satisfac

foiled business card. She pinched it between her in

. It read: C.B. Designs - Foun

midated. She flashed him a

tirely wasted parking ca

I need a personal assistant. Someone who looks present

isbelief hit his eyes. His legal wife was standing in a

weight, feign

rvive in New York?" Braden asked,

he standard market rate. "And if you pe

de of his cheek to

pulled the card from her grip. He made sure the rough

jacket, pressing it flat against his chest, right over his heart.

us offer some serious th

l echoed through the corridor, signaling the start of the gala

back, her skin still

od opportunity,"

hips swaying with deliberate confidence

ching the sway of her dress until

ed glasses from his face. His eyes instantly

ed out from the shadows of a nearby al

hould I have security wipe

ery piece of registration data and financial history on

siness card back out of his pocket, rubbing his thumb over th

e curved his lips. His wife wanted to play a game.

ator, ready to watch from the shadows as his